I dreamed that my friends and I were writing a composition for the Sochi Olympics, a sort of offensive polyphonic prog-rock, the melody of which I tried to remember, but I couldn’t. Then we go out of the studio to Lenin (why the recording took place in the area of K/T "Salut"), a comrade musician asks me - well, everything is ready, what now, to walk and drink? I am Ugo, put Linux. He is where? At least on asphalt. And we began to write the code of the Linux core on the asphalt across the trottoir of the Lenin Avenue.